Hello guys! I've decided to write a bunch of AkuRoku oneshots, and this was the first one! I will update as I write them, please don't be afraid to review and let me know what you thought, thanks!

Roxas was a male model; it sounded gay as fuck, he knew. He got roped into the business when someone who worked who for an agency caught sight of him at his local Walmart, of all places. Only reason he called the guy make to make arrangement for an audition with higher ups was because his friends all promised to pay him to do it as a dare. Well, that dare went over well, and not only did he get his friends' money, but he went through to training to become a full-time model.

Now, two years later, Roxas sat in the passenger seat of a car that slowly made its way through the maze that was New York City, watching the steady rain outside drip down the vehicle's windows. He missed the smell of rain, it was a rare scent in New York City; that gentle scent could never overpower the nauseating stink of greasy fast food and pollution.

As Roxas and his driver, who he had gotten very close to over the past two years, silently made their way to Roxas' photoshoot, they quietly listened to a slower song by some metalcore band through the AUX cord that Roxas has always liked (Motionless in White, Wasp). When Roxas finally spoke, his voice rang out quietly over the low music, "How long is this shoot scheduled for?"

Jax, his driver, answered just as quiet, "Three at the latest. You're free the rest of the day and tomorrow, however. Thank god, because this is going to be one of those shoots they take forever on the hair, makeup, and costumes apparently."

Roxas inwardly groaned, before admitting in annoyance, "They should've brought me in for some sort of dress rehearsal before, if that's the case. What's probably going to happen is they will have to tailor some of the clothes, and that could take hours. And while they tailor them, the makeup artist will spend their entire time quietly staring at and touching my face, making sure they won't get fired for doing a shitty job. Then, the hair stylist will try to make idle chat that's honestly very cringe worthy, and continue to feel my head up because my hair is oh so soft…" Roxas then snorted to himself, "Me and my first world problems."

Jax shrugged his shoulders, "I'd get sick of it as well, constantly looking at your reflection as selfish motherfuckers dawdle over how you look for pictures that are going to be photoshopped anyways."

"For real though," Roxas said quietly, mostly to himself, before once again admire the rain free fall through the sky.

"Hello, how my I help you?" A receptionist asked, seeming not at very willing to help whoever has bothered her from her Facebook feed on her phone.

Jax answered nearly as uninterested as the woman spoke to them, "We're here for the Kors photoshoot."

She yawned, before asking, "And do you have the pass that was emailed out to you guys?"

Roxas reached in his back pocket, handing her the pass without a word. She then pointed them down a hallway to the right and said, "Take the elevator down this hallway, it's on the twentieth floor." Both walked away without a word, both cursing horrible receptionists under their breaths.

Once in the elevator, as the doors closed, it occurred to Roxas that he had no idea what this photoshoot was for or what he would be doing for it, so he asked.

"I don't know actually what the photographer will have you do, but, apparently it's for going to be an advertisement campaign for a gay nightclub somewhere here in the city," Jax answered. Roxas groaned,

"Goddamnit. Because that's what I want my face plastered on." Jax grabbed Roxas shoulder consolingly,

"It'll be okay, just remember the day off you have tomorrow and it'll fly."

Once the elevator doors opened they were greeted with somebody at another desk, a man with greying hair this time, scrolling through an iPad. When he looked up and saw Roxas with his driver, he seemed to know exactly who he was, because he breathed out in relief, before standing out of his office chair and walking around to the front of his desk, "Roxas, you're here! Perfect!"

Oh god, not another overly-enthusiastic asshole.

"Sorry about the hold up, traffic was worse than normal this morning," Jax apologized to the man, before turning to Roxas, "I trust it's okay to leave you now, yeah? Just give a call when you're ready, you know the drill."

Roxas nodded and longingly watched his friend leave him, wishing he could stay to keep him company in the midst of all these fake strangers. As he turned to face the man who greeted him, the man introduced himself as Steve, before happily leading Roxas to wear he would go to the costume department to try on his clothes to make sure everything fit alright. Roxas only half listened to what he was saying, he was more interested in seeing if there were any other models besides himself.

On his way to the costume department with Steve, he walked past a makeup area in which two models were getting their makeup done. They both were skinny, one was a bit darker skinned than the other, one with shoulder length hair and the other with little hair at all. They both also looked like brats, great.

Roxas went through his dress rehearsal quickly, everything fit nicely on him. He had to give props the people who worked there; they seemed to know what they were doing. It was what he was wearing that was the complaint. They were all, over the top, black leathery costumes that were designed to be stripped off to show more revealed fabrics underneath. And high heels. He didn't like where this was going.

The makeup artist was exactly as he guessed, some bitch that didn't say a word to him, besides "tilt your head this way" or "close your eyes." Makeup went on for an hour and a half, and by the end he started at his reflection in shock, he looked like he got half of his face covered in red and black tribal tattoos, and the other half was left relatively bare.

Nearly the moment the makeup artist left, however, the hair stylist entered, hardly leaving Roxas time to take in his own appearance. Normally, he wouldn't have been distracted by this switch of staff, but the moment he laid eyes on this stylist he was captivated.

He was young for being for high up in the business of hair stylizing, had red, spiked back hair, a slender, feminine looking body, and gorgeous green eyes; not to mention the grin on his face as he looked at Roxas, "Why hello there cutie!" the man said, before laughing at Roxas' expression and making his way to the chair was sitting in, now looking at Roxas through the reflection of the lit-up mirror in front of them, one hand was resting on his hip, "I'm Axel, and it's my job, apparently, to make this golden head of yours look like the gayest, prettiest little thing for this photoshoot. We cool?"

Roxas, who was altogether baffled, said quietly, "I-uhm, I guess so. Not that I really have I choice of the matter."

Axel smiled, before speaking in a sing-song voice, "Well, I like to pretend sweetheart~," before going towards a bunch of see-through drawers in the back of the room, searching for the tools he knew he was going to use. He seemed to know where everything was, so it didn't take very long.

"Now," Axel began as he made his way towards Roxas again, walking with a sort of lighthearted attitude that Roxas honestly had no clue how to feel about, "how do you normally style your hair?" Axel asked as he ran his hair through Roxas's blonde locks.

"I spike it," Roxas said quietly, "I don't doubt you're able to tell that it's cut a certain way to be able to do that."

"Yes, I can." Axel stated simply as he continued to run his fingers through Roxas' hair, playfully teasing it now, "You have beautiful hair," Axel added quietly, causing Roxas to blush furiously.

He spoke again, "Alright, I think I know what to do! Now all I have to do is blindfold you while I do it," he added cheerfully, causing Roxas to freak a bit,

"What!?"

Axel began laughing, clutching as he sides as Roxas blushed even more. Of course this crazy hair stylist was kidding. It seemed like the guy only did it to get a reaction out of Roxas, and he got exactly that.

Axel began his work, but still did not shut up. Roxas realized that he missed the awkward chat he was used to hair stylists would normally make, because this guy was driving him crazy. He chatted away as he worked his magic on Roxas' hair. What Roxas didn't realize, however, was that the longer Axel worked, the more he found himself chatting as well, and any negative thoughts towards it dissolved.. It felt natural, even Axel's constant, playful comments on how great his hair was, added with sarcastic pet names at the end of each compliment.

Axel, however, was not satisfied with Roxas getting used to these compliments because damnit this kid was adorable when he blushed, and he was determined to have it happen again. As he began using the straightener for at least the third time, he asked curiously, "Hey, are those contacts you're wearing dear, because they really make you look quite attractive. Not that you'd need them to completely woo me over though…" Axel said nonchalantly, and silently drank in Roxas's red tint, and stammering.

"I-uhm, they aren't…they aren't contacts."

At this, Axel's eyes widened and he stopped straightening one of the spikes in Roxas's hair to stare, "They're not!?" Upon seeing Roxas shake his head, he smiled softly, "Well you're eyes are gorgeous babe, along with the rest of your adorable little face."

Roxas felt utterly blown away as Axel went back to working on his hair. His head was spinning with ideas, from that idea that Axel probably did this to all the people he styled hair for, to whether he actually meant all of these things he was saying.

Roxas pursed his lips as crazy, stupid idea formed in the whirlwind that was his brain. After considering carefully, he blurted out, "Or you just flirting with me or do you actually mean that?"

Axel, at first shocked Roxas spoke up, smiled sweetly, looking at Roxas' face through the mirror in front of them, "I'm not an asshole, Roxas, of course I mean that. Except the adorable part, because your face is actually very, oh what's the right word…it's very stimulating."

"But why are you telling me this?" Roxas spoke louder a bit in exasperation, trying his hardest to ignore the fact that Axel said his face was 'stimulating', he pulled away from the straightener to turn around and look up at Axel directly, "We're probably never going to see each other again!"

Axel, shocked at Roxas' reaction, said quietly, "I was hoping we could see each other again, I was going to ask if, well, if you wanted to go on a date sometime after you were done with the shoot, but looks like I'm just asking now instead."

Roxas was left wordless, what has this earth came to? He remained speechless as Axel continued,

"Normally when I style models' hair, they are bratty, suck up, and don't want to have any sort of conversation. You, on the other hand, have been talking to me. It's been really nice, and I want to talk to you even more…"

"Oh…" Roxas said, almost inaudibly, before considering going a date with this guy, Axel. He was very attractive, funny, and seemed to have some sort of sensitive side as well. Only problem was he was a guy, Roxas always knew he was a bit bent, but had never acted on it before, "I…I'd love to go on a date with you sometime, Axel."

At this Axel smiled, and actually relaxed a bit. For someone who seemed so confident in themselves, they sure seemed worried about Roxas' answer, "Awesome!" Axel said, before cheerfully going back to playing with Roxas' hair. Now that Roxas looked at it, he realized that his hair has been nearly done for a while, and that Axel was probably stalling in order to get more time with him. Roxas smiled sweetly to himself, before beginning to chat with Axel again about nothing important at all. And it felt fitting.

He couldn't wait to tell Jax about this.

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